Two days later.
News that Voldemort was about to return had spread throughout the entire British wizarding world.
Even magical communities from other countries were expressing strong interest—eager to observe the situation unfold.
Then ca the investigations.
And that's when things got really ssy.
A little digging turned up a few suspicious clues, and the wizarding world quickly beca convinced that the Dark Lord's successor—Tom Marvolo Riddle—was about to rise from the grave for round two.
The result? Pure chaos.
Forr Death Eaters, half-dead and hiding in the shadows, suddenly found the will to get up and start stirring trouble again.
Every day brought new disturbances, or the threat of them.
anwhile, the so-called "instigator" of it all—Orsaga, who hadn't even killed a single person—was still peacefully living his best life in Azkaban, enjoying free als and warm lodgings.
Serene and undisturbed.
Unfortunately, the Dentor leader didn't share his sense of peace.
Lately, it had noticed sothing strange about many of its kin.
While they still tornted prisoners like usual, there was now a strange, detached quality to them—a sort of quiet indifference. No passion. No hunger.
The leader was deeply confused.
It didn't understand what was going on.
Then ca another day.
As the Dentor leader set out to tornt a prisoner and enjoy a little "emotional snack," one of its kin floated up and beckoned it.
It claid to have sothing… interesting to show.
A question mark blood in the leader's mind, but curiosity got the better of it.
So, it followed.
Through a narrow window, they entered a private cell—Orsaga's.
Inside, over a dozen Dentors were surrounding a young boy, all simultaneously using their Emotion Drain ability.
The leader was about to intervene.
It rembered the prison staff's warning—Do not disturb the one in this room.
But the sight before it made that warning feel irrelevant.
No human could survive this. Not against that many Dentors at once.
Their abilities didn't just consu positive emotions. They could strip a soul bare.
This wasn't just psychological damage—it was soul-deep.
But after watching for a while, the leader realized sothing was wrong.
The boy being drained—Orsaga—didn't seem distressed in the slightest. He looked… calm.
Confused, the Dentor leader locked eyes with the boy.
In that mont, it instinctively sensed danger.
It tried to retreat.
But before it could flee, a golden, polygonal energy field erupted from Orsaga's body and surged across the room.
Invisible force bound the Dentor leader in place and dragged it toward Orsaga, resisting all attempts to escape.
"You're the last one. What's the point of running?"
Orsaga's voice was calm.
Without pausing, he activated the field, piercing into the Dentor's mind and linking their souls together.
It was like a big fish swallowing a smaller one.
Ten minutes later, Orsaga had claid yet another servant.
His originally fragile soul, through the "generous contributions" of the Dentors, was now glowing with supernatural vitality.
And with that power, he finally began to master the innate ability of the Angel race.
At first, he'd only been able to use it with the help of Aeon, but now? He didn't need external assistance.
AT Field, also known as the "Absolute Terror Field."
One of the core powers of Angels, the AT Field is a golden, polygonal energy field generated through the user's soul and willpower, capable of directly affecting the physical world.
Its strength depends on the user's spiritual and ntal strength.
Before it is broken, the user is nearly immune to all conventional damage.
And that's just the most basic application. In more advanced usage, the AT Field can be reshaped—into whips, blades, chains, or any number of other forms.
The golden trap that had bound the Dentor leader was exactly such a variant.
Once caught in a high-strength AT Field, escaping beca nearly impossible.
It was more durable than steel, tougher than most magical tals.
(PS: If you're having trouble understanding AT Fields, just think of them as shape-shifting psychic energy fields.)
At that mont, one of the Dentors—linked to Orsaga's mind—passed along a ssage.
Soone had co looking for him.
Curious, Orsaga waved the other Dentors out of the room and flopped onto the bed like a good boy, waiting for his guest.
A few monts later, there was a knock at the door.
"Co in," Orsaga called lazily.
The door creaked open, and a familiar, pretty face peeked inside cautiously.
Seeing who it was, Orsaga raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"
After confirming the room was empty, Penelope exhaled in relief.
"I brought you sothing."
She quickly pulled her head back and wheeled in a small cart covered with a black cloth.
Even without seeing it, Orsaga could sense what was inside.
"I thought you might get bored," Penelope said as she uncovered the cart. "So I talked to Professor McGonagall and got permission to bring your pet to keep you company… and a bunch of candy."
The cloth ca off, revealing Orsaga's majestic, sleek-feathered falcon inside a cage.
Orsaga sat up in one motion, looking it over with mild curiosity.
Then he stroked his chin thoughtfully and asked, "Do you want so grilled at?"
Penelope blinked in confusion. "Grilled at? I didn't bring any at…"
She didn't notice the sharp glare the falcon shot Orsaga at that mont.
Two minutes later…
Watching Orsaga conjure a grill using Transfiguration and light it with a Fire-Making Spell, Penelope couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"That's your pet!"
Five minutes later…
Watching him lt the candy into glaze and sar it over the now-plucked falcon carcass, she cried, "Stop! How could you eat sothing like that?!"
One hour later…
As Orsaga casually spat out a leg bone, he glanced at Penelope, who was munching on a roasted wing.
"Aren't you supposed to be in class today?"
She licked the glaze from her fingers and replied, "I took the day off."
"That's fine, then."
Penelope hesitated, then asked, "Don't you feel… bored now that your pet's gone?"
Her cheeks flushed. After all, she had eaten so too.
In the end, she couldn't resist the food—or Orsaga's persuasion.
Orsaga shrugged.
"If I get bored, I'll just go outside."
Penelope frowned. "But… aren't you not allowed to leave?"
"If I want to go, I'll go. No one here can stop ."
She laughed. "You're joking again. Then why haven't you gone out yet?"
"I've been thinking," Orsaga said truthfully. "Trying to decide what to do. Nothing really feels worth doing right now."
Penelope pondered that and then offered playfully, "Well, maybe you should set a big goal. Sothing to work toward—like becoming the world's greatest wizard, or maybe a president or sothing?"
Then, smirking, she added jokingly, "Or hey, if that's too easy, maybe you could try conquering the Earth?"
The mont those words left her mouth, Orsaga's eyes lit up.
Conquering a planet? Now, that was sothing he'd never done before.
"That's actually… a great idea," he said with genuine interest.
Penelope, thinking he was still playing along, burst into laughter.
"Alright, alright. So when do you plan to start?"
"Day after tomorrow," Orsaga replied. "Tomorrow I'll do so preliminary planning, and then I'll start putting things into motion."
"I'll be looking forward to it," she grinned.
She nearly burst out laughing again but held it in—just to preserve a bit of Orsaga's dignity.
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